killaloe

does any one have the lyrics to "The Killaloe Song"

Do you mean The Battle of Killaloe by Brian Kennedy?

Today I drove to Killaloe
And I thought of you
Drifting through the hills of Spain
Oh God I'd love to see you again
I crossed the bridge to Ballina and
There you are
At least it looks like you in the rain
Outside the crowded bar
But what would you be doing here
When you're far too busy wrestling
With your own fear
But it wasn't me who smashed your
Heart remember in the first place
Now I'm glad that I'm packing for
New York to get away
It'll do me good
Oh it'll sort me out, so my friends say
But will we never walk the hills of
Tipperary or look across at Clare
Standing so close together in the
Evening how can it be fair
You see I just can't turn this stuff off
'Cause you took the key
When you left that Sunday morning
You know you stole a part of me…
So next time I drive to Killaloe remind
Me not to think of you
Have you grown your hair?
Do you still smoke?
Have you kissed someone…else?
Today I drove to Killaloe
And I missed you…
C'mon now pull yourself together,
Take a deep breath,
Count from one to ten

Thanks for reply this is not the song I'm looking for.What I'm looking for is a very old Irish Ballad

if you mean the very original one written in 1887, then this lyrics are like that:

Well I happened to be born at the time they cut the corn,
Quite contagious to the town of Killaloo,
Where to tache us they'd a schame and a French Mossoo he came
To instruct us in the game of "parlez vous".

I've a father, that I swear, but he said I had a "pere"
And he struck me when I said it wasn't true,
And the Irish for "a jint" and the French for "half a pint",
Faith, we learnt it in the school at Killaloo.

"Mais oui", Mossoo would cry; "Well of course you can" says I.
Non non, "I know", says I with some surprise.
When a boy straight up from Clare heard his mother called a "mere"
He gave Mossoo his fist between the eyes.

Says Mossoo in much alarm, "Go send for Johnny Darm".
Says I "There's no such name about the place"
Then "comment" was his reply, "Come on yourself" says I And I scattered all the features of his face.

Then nothing more was said, Mossoo went of to bed.
He mixed no more in Killaloo affairs;
While the papers on the place, said the foreign teacher's face
Had been closed for alterations and repairs.
Frinch may be very fine, it's no enemy of mine;
Our conduct to the teacher they did send.

I've told you what is passed, so this verse must be the last,
That's the reason I have left it to the end.


/Edit:/ I found for you an article about Killaloe, and there are some other lyrics too in full; I will save space and instead copy/paste, here is the link for you: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killaloe_March
I hope, it is, what what you are looking for

that's the one .Thanks

Ooh, great!
You're welcome

I ve got to or three versions of this song, does any one have the music for me? or a recording?